He would take the children down
Throw them all around the ground
And make 'em bleed
Then Sgt. Steve
Would sing a song of victory
Wipe some snot off on his sleeve
And say goodbye to the clown
He would pray twice every day
He would not tolerate the gay
Oh, oh, oh
I'm alright, I feel that I'm coming around
Sgt. Steve, with all his needs
He would weed out the impure
He would guard our sacred shores
From the red, from the blue ones
Though we beat them once before
He had a feelin', not very sure
That they were back
Boys for attack
So we slit his throat for fear
We heard their footsteps very near
And oh, oh, oh
I'm alright, I feel that I'm coming around
Sgt. Steve could barely read He would take the children down Throw them all around the ground And make 'em bleed Then Sgt. Steve Would sing a song of victory Wipe some snot off on his sleeve And say goodbye to the clown He would pray twice every day He would not tolerate the gay Oh, oh, oh I'm alright, I feel that I'm coming around Sgt. Steve, with all his needs He would weed out the impure He would guard our sacred shores From the red, from the blue ones Though we beat them once before He had a feelin', not very sure That they were back Boys for attack So we slit his throat for fear We heard their footsteps very near And oh, oh, oh I'm alright, I feel that I'm coming around Explain Request ×
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